Jung pulled Luci into his house. Luci, who stumbled through and over Jung for about the 10th time, he held the taller boy stable by his arms. From him, he let out a laughing fit. He was drunk off his mind. God knows what he would be getting this drunk for.
Jung lightly patted his cheek, trying to get his attention and to be quiet, "You're going to wake up Maddie.." He hissed, as Luci slowly stopped.
As soon as Luci did, Jung sighed to himself in relief, leading him to the couch, about to set him on the couch until he calls Jazmine to pick him up. Until he felt a gripping sensation on both his shoulders, it was fucking tightening, that's how he knew it was Luci's doing. Jung froze in shock and confusion, looking up into Luci's deep grey eyes which were already staring. They were burning into his soul. His expression seemed...Lustrous, but soft.
It was only now he noticed Luci's features much more accurately. His lashes, the slit on his eyebrow, how his hair would glow with just the moonlight itself. How he would wear about 20 piercings on his ear, even noticed the moisture of his lips.
His lips. That echoed in Jung's brain.
Jung shook his head into reality,"What is it Luci? If you're going to persuade me to have more beer the—"
There, was when the photographer would be interrupted by a sudden clash of soft lips against his own. He could feel the warmth. The warmth of the taller boy's tongue, and skin. Jung didn't know what to say, or do. He could've ran off, because Luci had already let go of his grip, but...he didn't. It seems that he stood there, taking it all.
[ Now in Jung's POV ]
I soon found myself leaning in closer for more of him, I felt his tingling to the touch hands move up my neck and arm. They were positioned around me as a way to not let me run off. Light groans were heard, and I was embarrassed to say they were mine. The taste of him was beer, which I don't care at all. He kept caressing my neck, and shoulders...and hands. And face.
His tongue did not miss a single spot in my mouth. I can't take it. He's an amazing kisser. God, he's such a fucking pro at this.
I...I don't know though. He's drunk. I keep forgetting.
We both stopped, for a break of breathing. Unfortunately. I didn't pull away. I hung my head down and heavily inhaled and exhaled to catch my breath. It was magical. Euphoric. All the big assessments to describe what I was feeling, and experiencing. I felt his divine touch moving my gaze upwards with my chin, forcing me to look at him, back to those heavenly eyes. They looked as if they glowed, with just the moonlight shining through the window on our side.
"You're so...intoxicating. It's beautiful, Jung."
Luci shook my whole world with those words. My heart raced, my face turned red. My breathing was pacing again.
It was a bit ruined, his inconsistent giggles reminded me that he is not sober. Though, he pulled my head into his chest allowing me to have his heartbeats echo my thoughts. His calm breathing, I listened to it through the silence surrounding us both. I instinctively gripped on his sweater, that was tender to the touch. The smell of his cologne, a bit of musk and vanilla. I buried my face into his sweater, and torso, to cherish this one heck of a scent. I want to breathe this.
It was a sight to see such a man in this much of a vulnerable state. So it was only best if I let him do what he wants to do to me. And I can stare at him all day and he wouldn't say anything. Also, I couldn't help just feeling around his sweater. It was very...comforting.
"Jung, if you want to take it off, you can." His voice spoke. That once again, shook my world.
Okay. What. He just told me I could take off his sweater for him. I'm internally screaming and running laps.
"D-...Do you have another layer of clothing underneath?" I asked him quietly, feeling around the sweater for the opening as I kept my gaze up at him.
Luci grinned in response, blinked hazily, "How about you find out?"
"Me? No. This is about you if you're uncomfortable. Are you feeling okay? Hot?—
"How about you find out?" He repeated, sternly this time, "And...I'm not uncomfortable at all~...I am- in fact, very comfy.." He said with a small giggle.
That should be my green light. I swallowed my string of words of regret. And began to pull up his sweater, I caught a glance of his build and I immediately pulled it back down. He works out. That's all I can say. He was packed. Like hella.
"Why'd you stop?" Luci asked, as he lowered his height slightly to look at me.
I sighed, "...I can't. It looks too...Protruding."
He scoffed, "How's that? Too cowardly to take it off huh.."
Then he stepped back and pulled it off of himself. I stood there, shaken, taking in his divine figure. I saw the tattoos, that I noticed way before, thorns of red roses crawl up his left- right, arm.
"I...Jesse.." I let out, his real name was Jesse. I say it when something's serious, "...Why are you this drunk?"
Visibly, he stepped forward towards me once again, "That guy Jung...Who exactly...Was that?" He struggled to ask, with furrowed brows.
I recoiled, "Which guy? You've seen many with me."
"Actually...All of them..." He closed his eyes as he exclaimed that for a desperate answer. It seemed as if he has kept that in for forever, "All of them!...Who were they? What are...they to you that you would...Hug, hold their hands, blush around?"
I was confused, and stricken by this sudden, strange question. Questions. I blinked slowly, unable to find an exact answer.
"Jesse, you have not exactly answered my question!" I snapped back, I was heavily concerned, is something going on at home?, "I'm worried...What's wrong?!" I moved closer to him, looking up to him. His gaze, diverted from me. I see a tint of blood red on his cheeks. The alcohol really got to him, he must be splurging about with his weird— strange, intrusive thoughts.
"I love you..." He stooped down to a lower tone, I expected it him to pull me into another long, ethereal kiss, but instead, he stepped back. AS if he were hesitant, "But you can't make me think that you love me, when you don't.."
My breath quivered. Is...Is that what he actually thinks about me?
